Kink & BDSM
Power play, dominance, exploring boundaries
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Your Knees Hit the Terra Cotta Every Time
You leaned over the workstation, your forearms dusted with 00 flour, and I realized then that you enjoyed being corrected.
Fixed Blur
He adjusted the key light, the barn doors casting a trapezoid of shadow across her ribs that looked like a bruised wing.
Keep Your Eyes on the Horizon
Her skin was the color of a perfect pour of bourbon, and the rope against it looked like a structural error in a masterpiece.
I Should Have Stayed in My Room
He looked at me across the tasting room like I was a budget deficit he intended to balance with his bare hands.
Veneer
He didn't ask for permission to touch the small of my back; he claimed it as though he had already seen the deed of title.
Claire's Lanyard
Her skin is the color of expensive stationery and I am about to ruin the margin with every mark I leave.
Tent Site B22
Her skin was coated in that fine, glittery festival dust that gets into everything—your lungs, your gear, your memories.
Wait for the Solo
The air in the club was thick with the kind of expensive dust that only accumulates in places where the gin is twenty dollars.
The Frozen Propane Regulator
The cabin is shivering under the drifts, but inside, the air is thick enough to spread on toast, heavy with the scent of pine and bad intentions.